Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Riding Hard by J.L. Sheppard

Riding
Hard

Hell
Ryders MC

Book
Four

J.L.
Sheppard

Genre: Contemporary Romance, MC
Romance Biker Romance

Publisher: The Wild Rose Press

Date of Publication: August 19,
2019

ISBN: 978-1-5092-2575-0 Paperback

978-1-5092-2576-7 Digital

ASIN: B07TZJZ6TF

Number of pages: 380

Word Count: 93073

Cover Artist: Diana Carlile

Tagline: What's luck got to do
with it?

Book Description:

Biker Dave "Dodge" Roth
has never cared about his bad luck with women. He has other things to worry
about—paying off debt his ex accumulated and most importantly, raising his
three-year-old son, Cullen. When a new neighbor moves in, his boy makes it
impossible to ignore her. Hard to miss, she's beautiful, smart, sexy, perfect.

After her last failed
relationship, kindergarten teacher Alexa "Lex" Millen has decided to
do without men. She's bought her first home in a small town in California and
remodeled it to her liking. Naturally, she's managed to move across the street
from the world's biggest jerk. His son's adorable, but he won't mind his own
business. If only her engines didn't rev every time he came around.

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Excerpt
1

“Fine. I’ll go
with you.”

Going was her
best option. When he took her home, she’d tell him why she’d avoided him and
why the two of them getting together was a bad idea. Of course, that’d only
work if he didn’t kiss her. So her plan—she had to keep him away.

He hesitated for
a moment then released her.

“I have to say
bye.”

She spun and
made it half way around when his fingers gripped her wrist. He tugged, turning
her to him again.

“You hear what I
said before, Lex, or are you deaf?”

She clenched her
jaw and fisted her free hand. Then the anger burning inside her spilled. “For
an entire month, I sat in my beautiful house alone. That is, in between the
times I got house visits from you being a jerk. I’m very angry with you for
ruining the first fun night I’ve had since moving here.”

Her face flushed
with each word. That heat crept down her neck and chest. “I’ve agreed to leave
with you, but I’m not happy about it. I’m not anyone you can boss or control. I
were you, I’d tread very carefully because quite frankly, I’ve had it with your
insults, your cursing, your caveman tactics. Bottom line…”

She shoved a
pointed finger in his face. “I’ve had it with you.”

A muscle in his
jaw twitched. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand away from his face, and
squeezed. “I could control you, babe, you’d be sitting on my face.”

About
the Author:

J.L. Sheppard was born and raised
in South Florida where she still lives with her husband and sons.

As a child, her greatest
aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal, and wrote
countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in
2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned
at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the
News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set
her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire,
which was first published in January 2013.

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Interview with J.L. Sheppard

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story? At times, they definitely hijack the story and me. ;)

Convince us why you feel your book is a must read. Riding Hard is a biker/MC, erotic romance, but like my other MC romances part of this series, they are not your typical biker romances. These bikers are, for the most part, law-abiding citizens. Riding Hard also isn’t just about steamy scenes. There’s a story, a beautiful one about love, not just between a couple but the unconditional kind between a parent and child.

Have you written any other books that are not published? Yes. The fifth in the Hell Ryders MC Series is written. I have to read it again and make some changes before I send it off to my editor though. I also have the third of the Fated Immortals Series written and the fourth of the Elemental Sisters Series, Blooded Desire, is written and edited. Before I publish that one, I’m re-releasing the third in the series, Heavenly Desire since it’s out of contract at the moment.

Pen or type writer or computer? Computer.

Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans? To my readers and fans, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Since I was a kid, I’ve wanted to write. I started writing my first novel without thought about who would read it. I knew that not everyone would like it. I knew that getting bad reviews would not be fun, but learning that some readers do enjoy the stories I’ve spent countless hours dreaming up, writing, editing, and reading is a dream come true, and it’s what keeps me typing away.

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All This Could Be Yours by J.V. Speyer

All This Could Be Yours
J.V. Speyer
Publication date: August 11th 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, LGBTQ+, Romance, Suspense

Can a straightlaced FBI agent fake a relationship with a mob rat long enough to close the case?
There’s only one way out of this family, but Tanner thinks he’s found another one. He’s going to fake a relationship with a straightlaced undercover FBI agent and help him take the organization down from within. That is, if the two of them don’t strangle each other first.
Maddox hates the Mob. He doesn’t have a lot of respect for mob rats either. He knows why he was stuck with this case, and he’s not thrilled about it. He wants the win, but having to play nice with gorgeous criminal Tanner might be more than he can take.
When secrets come out, Tanner and Maddox will have to trust each other with everything they have. They may be opposites, but they’re exactly what each other will need to get through this job with their bodies and souls together.

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EXCERPT:

Tanner slipped into the grungy old pub and looked around for familiar faces. Professor Agnusdei sat just where he said he’d be, at their usual table near the back. Sanjana sat there too, and a warm flush of gratitude washed over Tanner. He didn’t think he could do this without her. She’d been his best friend since undergrad. If anyone was going to support him, it would be Sanjana.

The pair looked bizarre sitting across from each other like that. Sanjana got a few odd looks for being in the pub in the first place, but she didn’t seem to pay much attention to them. She noticed Tanner before Agnusdei did, because she was observant like that. She raised her pint in Tanner’s direction as he slid into the seat beside Agnusdei. He kept his back to the wall, so no one could sneak up behind him, because old habits died hard.

He didn’t see anyone else he knew here. He didn’t see anyone who even looked familiar. Of course, most of his dad’s cronies would feel pretty uncomfortable down here in the Village. Tanner stayed down here for precisely that reason. He didn’t let himself get complacent, but he welcomed the chance to breathe a little more freely. Every little bit helped.

When the waiter came along, Tanner ordered a Brooklyn IPA and a salad. He didn’t know how much he’d be able to eat, but was used to faking it. He’d spent most of his life making everything look normal from the outside. He might not be able to see any of his father’s buddies, but that didn’t mean none of them were watching. It was always, always better to be safe than sorry.

Sanjana frowned at him and the small talk he made with both of them. She didn’t understand why he was so twitchy and so distracted. Tanner could live with that. She didn’t need to understand. She’d stand by him no matter what happened. Dr. Agnusdei, on the other hand, understood everything. He’d successfully prosecuted plenty of guys just like Tanner’s father. Most of his witnesses even survived to tell the tale.

It was that most that Tanner found hardest to swallow. His life might not be much of a life, but Tanner wasn’t quite ready to give it up just yet.

When Tanner’s food had been delivered and a second round of drinks ordered for everyone, Tanner dropped the act. He dropped some of it, at least. He’d never be able to drop it completely, not even with his closest friends. “So.” He took a deep breath and toyed with his fork. “Were you able to get in touch with your friends?” He didn’t dare say the words FBI. There was no way for Tanner’s father to know where he was, but if anyone could find a way, it was Jimmy.

Agnusdei nodded. “I’ve got to say, Tanner, they were suspicious at first.” The old man had a Bronx accent as thick as cream cheese on a bagel. He’d grown up within sight of the stadium, and put himself through school. He made a name for himself prosecuting the Mob, and he had the scars to prove it. He wasn’t afraid of anything.

Of course, he wasn’t the one going against his own family. He didn’t have to be afraid of anything.

“I’d be suspicious too.” Tanner kept his head up. He refused to show his disappointment. Why wouldn’t the Feds be suspicious? The Garofalo family just didn’t rat like that, not that they knew of. “What did they recommend?”

Agnusdei let out a soft laugh. “Well, at first, they said you should straighten up, fly right, and let the system work itself out.”

Tanner couldn’t help himself. He grabbed his drink and finished it in one gulp. He couldn’t allow himself any other expression, but Agnusdei had just given him the worst news he could have offered. “They seriously don’t want to hear what Jimmy Garofalo’s son has to offer?” he croaked, leaning forward.

“Well, the last time they got approached by one of Old Man Jimmy’s sons, he pulled a no-show.” Agnusdei spread his hands in front of him, as if to say what can you do?

Tanner saw red for a moment. Here he was, trying to do the right thing and help his country, and they didn’t care. “Did you point out that Abe was killed for his trouble?” He managed to get that little nugget out without passing out. He supposed he should be proud.

Sanjana gasped. Tanner hadn’t given her many details. She knew his family was criminal. She knew he was looking to get out and turn them in. She didn’t know how bad it really was. Tanner hoped she never would. What he’d been made to do to Abe would scar her for life, even though she didn’t have to see the results.

Agnusdei grimaced for a second. Then he scratched his white beard. “That did come up, yes. It was a point on which they’d been previously uninformed. When I showed them the pictures you sent, they became a lot more eager to speak with you.”

Tanner relaxed, just a little. At least he’d get to speak, to give evidence. There was still a good chance he’d go to jail, and go for a long time, but that was a risk he’d have to take. After what had been done to Abe, he was a lot more willing to accept that risk than he had been. Life in prison was a hell of a lot better than what Abe got.

His leg bounced up and down under the table. It was a nervous tic, he could no more control it than he could hold back the roll call at the Stadium. “Great. Thank you.”

Agnusdei cleared his throat. “Don’t thank me yet. There’s a strong possibility you’ll wind up doing some time yourself. It seems your hands aren’t necessarily clean, at least not as Tanner Garofalo. You’d think that would have come up before you got a federal clerkship, but some things will always slip through the cracks here and there. Taking your mother’s last name probably helped with that.”

Sanjana picked her head up. Her dark eyes blazed. “No. No, absolutely not. That’s unacceptable. He was forced to do those things. The consequences of not doing them were death.” She turned to face him, long black braid whipping around and striking a waiter as he passed. “Tell him.”

Tanner smiled at Sanjana, but it wasn’t a happy smile. When he thought about the things he’d done, he wanted to throw up. He didn’t know how she knew about the things he’d done, but she wasn’t wrong. The only problem was, it didn’t matter. “It’s true, Sanjana. I was under duress, but here’s the thing. I’d have to prove I was under duress, and it’s my word against theirs.”

Agnusdei’s smile was almost as sad as Tanner’s had been. “And therein lies the rub. You’d likely get consideration, and a lot of it, for coming forward and cooperating. But let’s be real. A judge would want you to pay some kind of penalty for doing those things in the first place.”

Tanner slumped in his seat. A judge would want to punish him, even if he could prove duress. Tanner wanted to punish himself, and he knew what kind of duress he’d been under. Duress would be difficult to prove to an outsider. He could show the pictures of Abe’s execution, but what proof did he have that his father and brother had been the ones calling the shots? Only his word.

He licked his lips and reached for that second beer. He didn’t often indulge in more than one drink, but today was different. Today, he was setting things in motion that would change everything forever, one way or another. “I guess I have to accept that then.”

Sanjana shook her head. “No. That’s absurd. You can’t. You finished law school all of what, a year ago? You put yourself through all of that, just to step back and say â€˜Yes, please, give me some prison time?’ That’s absurd.” She waved her hand at Tanner and turned to Agnusdei. “Tell your friends either he gets complete immunity, or he keeps his mouth as sealed as a tomb.”

Agnusdei took a sip of his beer. His lips twitched with amusement. “I see. Are you perhaps working in defense, Ms. Kulkarni?”

“As a matter of fact I am –”

“Tell them to give you a raise. Never mind, I’ll call your firm myself. They want hard evidence, Mr. Gray. They’re interested in what you have to say. They’ve had it in for your father for a while now, but they haven’t been able to make anything stick. Here’s the thing. A guy who’s trying to get out of the mob, without a record, is going to be someone the defense is going to have a field day with. And you’re a smart lawyer. You know what they’d do to you.”

Tanner swallowed hard. He’d known this going in. “They want something they can go in with that will back up my claims. Something that they can point to that corroborates my story.”

“Exactly.” Agnusdei studied Tanner’s face. Tanner wasn’t a fan of being under this kind of scrutiny. It was too much like being in church, in the confessional. Everything he’d ever done, from lying about an extra piece of candy to going down on a classmate behind the bleachers to shooting one of his father’s rivals in the head as his father looked on, played back before his eyes.

“My father keeps a backup disc.” His mouth went dry as he said it. He could see the backup disc in the safe, under his father’s desk. He remembered going in there with Abe and learning how to break into the stupid thing. At the time, Jimmy had let them do it. He’d figured it was a good life skill to have. “It’s locked up, but I know where it is. And my brother’s wedding is in two weeks. I’ll have an excuse to be on site. I can sneak in, get it, and get out.”

Agnus Dei nodded. “That’s a good offer. It shows your bona fides. They might ask for something else, but I’ll bring this up to them.” He tapped his fingertips on the table for a few seconds. “I’ve got to say, Tanner. What you’re proposing, what you’re offering, it’s pretty brave.”

“It’s not, not really.” Tanner closed his eyes for a second. He could only close them for a second. He didn’t dare relax in a public place like this. “When Abe – when he died – well.” He scratched at his throat. “Even talking about this feels like I’m being strangled, you know? But, ah. I never wanted to be part of the family business. Never. Abe was a little more live and let live about it, until he got to be older and Dad started bumping off friends of Abe’s he didn’t agree with. Then Abe was more on my side.

“So when Dad killed Abe, I knew I had to find a way out. That’s just all there is to it.” He laughed a little, bitterness creeping into his tone. “He’s got a role in mind for me but so far he’s been willing to let me “sow my wild oats.’ Except now, he’s got a girl he wants me to marry, and he’s talking about how it’s time for me to step up and take on my responsibilities. I’m not killing people for him anymore. I’m just not. And my older brother–he’s even worse. For Dad, it’s just business. For my brother, it’s personal. He gets off on it. But I’m supposed to treat Jimmy Junior like he’s my dad?” Tanner scoffed.

“If I balk too much, I get what Abe got. If I walk away, I get what Abe got. If I stay, I’ll do it to myself, because I can’t make myself be what they are. The only way to get out and survive is to make sure they’re in jail. Maybe once upon a time, organizations like ours did some good in the community, you know, helping families out and keeping people safe and stuff. Now? Now, we’re a cancer. We’ve got to go.”

Sanjana put a hand on Tanner’s. “We’re here for you, Tanner. I’m not going to let them force you to do anything you don’t want to do. It doesn’t matter if that’s killing people or marrying a woman.”

Agnusdei raised an eyebrow. A little smirk played across his face. “They got the memo, right? You’re out to them. I know you were very out on campus. If I know your dad, there’s no way he would have missed that.”

Tanner sighed. “I’ve been out since middle school. I think it was my way of screaming I wasn’t like them, so I shouldn’t have to do what they did.” He straightened up. “They don’t care. Not in a personal way, I mean. It’s all about the family to them, and what I can do for them. I’m free to do whatever I want, so long what I want coincides with what they want.”

Sanjana snorted. “Some things are universal.” She toasted him, and they all had a little laugh about that. “In all seriousness, I don’t want you to do this if you’re going to put yourself in danger. And prison is danger, Tanner. You haven’t been there. I’m there at least once per week for my clients. It’s not something you want.”

“I don’t feel I have a choice. It’s either go out like this, with whatever risks it entails, or go out feet first.” Tanner met her eyes. “Either way, I can’t go on. Not after Abe got killed.” Neither Agnusdei nor Sanjana knew how long Tanner had this plan to turn himself into a rat, but they didn’t need to know. It wasn’t relevant.

Agnusdei cleared his throat. “So we’re agreed? You’re still going to talk to them?”

Tanner swallowed past the lump of fear in his throat. “Absolutely.”

Author Bio:
J. V. Speyer has lived in upstate New York and rural Catalonia before settling in the greater Boston area. She has worked in archaeology, security, accountancy, finance, and non-profit management. She currently lives just south of Boston in a house old enough to remember when her town was a tavern community with a farming problem. (No, really. John Adams complained about it. A lot.)
When not writing, J. V. enjoys watching baseball and seeking out all of New England’s creepiest spots. Her Spawn has turned her into a hockey enthusiast. She can be bribed with gin, tequila, and cats.
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Need by Brenna Darby

Title: Need

Series: Cravings #1

Author: Brenna Darby

Publisher: Blushing Books

Genre: Reverse Harem/Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 15, 2019

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Some fantasies should never end…

Kate has a burning need for a man to turn her inside out,
possessing, dominating, and wanting her as a hero would in an
erotic romance. Since the perfect lover isn’t readily available in reality, she
contacts Cravings, a private club that creates her fantasy on a secluded
Caribbean island. There, lusty males will rule and satisfy.

Color her ready for a good, hard time until
Noah, Wyatt, and Sean show up. These bad boys are tall, muscular, and pure
alpha. They’re also on her company board and have been eager to command her
between the sheets for some time.

Not so fast. She may ache for them, but doesn’t trust their
motives so she’ll never submit for real or for long.

Oh no? Once they take over her fantasy, there’s no going
back… for her or them.

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scenes, power exchange, and elements of ménage. If any of these offend you,
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Brenna’s
been writing since childhood. During high school, she often penned poetry
rather than taking notes during history lectures. Bad girl. Thankfully, she
passed that course. Whew! Although she majored in art during college, once she
got out, she simply couldn’t stop creating stories with alpha heroes who will
move heaven and earth to protect the woman they love. These bad boys are
commanding yet cherishing, which makes them even hotter. Her heroines are
strong, gutsy, and the perfect match for the men who want them. She loves
writing erotic fantasies, including reverse harem, with a touch of humor and
romance to die for. When she’s not penning romances, she’s searching for
bargains online, in everything from groceries to purses. Yeah, she sort of has
a fetish for shoulder bags. Her favorite seasons are spring and fall. She
doesn’t do snow, and hibernates in her air-conditioned home from June through
August. She’d love to hear from you and can be reached at
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Last Love of Luka Hale by Eden Butler

Title: Last Love of Luka Hale

Series: Saints and Sinners #1

Author: Eden Butler

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 20, 2019

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She isn’t the girl Luka Hale loved.

Gia Jilani killed the child she’d been, right along with the memory of
his smile and the sting of his sweet kiss.

But sometimes, against her will, Luka comes back to her— his smile, his
laugh, the crooked twist of his lips just before he kissed her. He’s a phantom
that won’t ever fade. He’s a reminder of what happens if you love too deeply.

Now Gia returns to the place where the past and the present converge.
Where pain and pleasure threaten to consume her. Where she is forced to face a
past that has never really left her and the memories that still haunt her and
likely always will.

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“You got no
idea, do you?” He kept his voice soft, low, though his insides were burning
with the instinct to touch her, to lick dry the water from her beautiful skin.
Luka closed his eyes, inhaling that lilac scent like it would satisfy him. He
knew it wouldn’t. “You’re clueless how easy it would be to have any man you
want?”

Luka opened
his eyes when he felt the wet touch of her fingertips near his cheek. Gia
didn’t smile. She didn’t seem able to do anything but hold every emotion off
her face as she watched him. Her control awed him.

Gia opened
her mouth, pink lips glistening with moisture as she wet them with her tongue.
“I only want one man,” she admitted, her words confident, but there was still a
wobble in her tone. Luka tensed, not sure what she wanted or how she’d go about
getting whatever that was.

She meant
him, he knew, but that wouldn’t make him move. It wouldn’t keep the reminder of
her age, her probable inexperience from his thoughts. “You’re young,” he told
her, hoping that would keep her from touching him again.

“I’m old
enough.”

Luka was
starting to realize this Gia was one that might be tired of the sidelines.
Maybe she was tired of watching and waiting and never having what she wanted.
Maybe, he thought, she was ready to step onto the field and play.

Gia moved,
making Luka step back, her wet body closer to him now, her breath heating his
skin as she spoke. “I'm old enough for you, Luka.” Her breath was cool,
smelled like mint, and there was a low, soft moan in her voice that made him
harder. “My…my uncle…” She cleared her throat, looking down, then quickly up at
him as though internally convincing herself to finish this. “My uncle will
leave for Florida after tomorrow’s practice.” Some of her confidence slipped
when she brushed her wet hair behind her ear, but she still looked directly at
Luka. “My dorm is empty. We could be alone.”

Fuck me, he thought.

She was off
limits, right? She was forbidden. Luka knew that. It was information that ran
like a ticker tape scrolling in his mind. Gia wasn’t some beautiful woman he’d
flirted with at a club or some Blue Devil-proud girl eager to thank Luka for
his performance on the field.

She was his
coach’s niece. She was his coach’s eighteen-year-old
niece.

He could
have taken her right then. She was already wet. He was sufficiently hard, but
Luka held back, teeth gritted, jaw working as he grabbed the towel hanging from
the hook next to the entrance. He moved close, his skin wetting as he grazed
her chest and shoulder when he covered her body with the thick towel in his
hand. The smallest twist of his head and he could reach her mouth. Their lips
were so close already, their breath heated and mixed and did things to Luka’s
head he wasn’t sure he liked.

Gia shifted
her gaze, moving her chin like she was prepared for whatever he gave her. Like
she wanted it all and wouldn’t settle for anything less. But Luka reminded
himself one last time who she was and why he shouldn’t be there with her. He
lingered, unable to pull back out of her reach before he inhaled, taking in
that lilac scent and the teasing delicious taste of her breath.

He moved
his chin, a half an inch away from her lips, then grinned, a half smile gesture
that made her release the breath she’d been holding.

“Be sure to
lock up before you head out,” he told her, winking before he turned to grab his
clothes and put as much space between that off-limits girl and himself as he
could.

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Eden Butler is a writer of contemporary, fantasy and
romantic suspense novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an
honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking
and rum.

When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque
ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, reads, and spends too
much time in her garden perfecting her green thumb while waiting for the next
New Orleans Saints Superbowl win.

She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast
Louisiana.

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Prison Princess by J.A. Huss, KC Cross

Prison Princess: Sci-Fi Alien Romance
J.A. Huss, K.C. Cross
(Harem Station, #5)
Publication date: August 19th 2019
Genres: Sci-fi Alien Romance

THE BOYS OF HAREM STATION ARE KEEPING LOTS OF SECRETS!
Valor joined up with Tray after Beauty’s sacrifice because he knew Luck was destined to be with Princess Nyleena. There was no room in that relationship for a third wheel. But when he teamed up with Tray he had no idea that he’d be the third wheel in that partnership too.
Tray has been keeping ALCOR’s secrets since the day he arrived on Harem Station. Not just one or two… ALL of them. But he’s also been keeping one of his own.
His secret is a girl. Not a Cygnian girl. An Akeelian girl. A beautiful, mysterious, scheming secret girl that Tray has been in love with ever since she first turned up in his Pleasure Prison virtual reality asking him for help.
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She’s in danger.
And before Valor came along all he wanted to do was break her out of her prison and keep her for himself.
But now… he might have to learn to share.
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TRAY

I kiss her. Hard. My body blocks her in, pressing her against the wall so there’s no possibility of escape. My knee slips between her legs and then I kick her feet open. My cock grows harder against the soft skin of her inner thigh and I can’t wait to be inside her.

My fingers slip up into her hair and I pull it until she gasps and lets out a small squeak that will surely make me insane if she does it again. “Did you fuck him?” I ask.

“No,” she says softly. “But I wanted to.”

I laugh. And then I kiss her again. “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I say, thinking about how warm her mouth will be on my cock.

She smiles, still kissing me back. Coy and teasing now, she says, “I really did want to fuck him. But he’s your brother and that’s kind of gross.”

“Not my real brother,” I say, nibbling at her neck. I want to eat her up. “And he might be interested.” I stop nibbling and pull back just a little. “But we can talk about that later. Right now you’re just mine and I’m not willing to share.”

My other hand squeezes her breast and I hold her there. My little captive. My secret prisoner. Staring into her dark eyes as she looks up at me with longing.

No one has ever looked at me this way. Only Brigit.

“I love you,” I say.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” she quips. “You left me for several eternities this time. I’m not happy. You need to make it up to me.”

“Do I?”

She nods, shyly. Trying not to smile.

I twirl her around, push her face up against the hut wall, and bite her shoulder as my cock slips between her legs. “Like this?” I ask, my fingers already playing with her ass.

“Like that,” she whimpers back. “Right now.”

“Better get yourself wet, princess. And you better do it quick. Because I’m not in the mood to wait and I don’t care if it hurts.”

Author Bio:
JA Huss is the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today Bestseller's list 21 times in the past five years. She writes characters with heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her new sexy sci-fi romance and paranormal romance pen name is KC Cross and she writes novels and teleplays collaboratively with actor and screenwriter, Johnathan McClain.
Her books have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively. Her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017. Her audiobook, Taking Turns, was nominated for an Audie Award in 2018. Five of her book were optioned for a TV series by MGM television in 2018. And her book, Total Exposure, was nominated for a RITA Award in 2019.
She lives on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
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